The year-end listicle is a stressful affair. It's important: You are defining a moment in history. It's hard: You have to remember stuff that happened twelve whole months ago, which is multiple millennia in internet years. Finally, it has a strict deadline: If you procrastinate, then the work you've done will be rendered completely irrelevant at the stroke of midnight on January 1st.

With that in mind, here are the year-end listicles Gawker failed to write in 2011, and why we failed to complete them:

The Year We Saw Politicians Naked: Weiner, Arango, Lee. (We should probably do this one, actually.)

The Year We Discovered Mozzarella Burata. (Too bourgeois.)

It's not too late: You can still write these listicles before midnight tomorrow! Feel free to do so in the comments, or for some publication willing to pay for such a thing. (Are publications still willing to pay for such a thing?) Don't worry, I won't tell on you for stealing. (I will totally tell on you for you stealing.)